Walkway

On his way back home He grows older Blows over On his trip, drags stone Behind him So just mind him For the first time that he stopped Took a look Down at the walkway Then he took his hand and knocked At the door he hated but still stalked Then he put his foot through the door Even if it kicked him back to shore When it broke him down to the core Sat and made himself a brand new oar On is way back home He lied To get by Sooner than he got away He convinced us Circumstances would let Well, I know he'll make it In time, I know he'll take it Anyway, anyway Then he took his hand and knocked At the door he hated but still stalked What he wants from me Oh I'll go I wondering what's up with him Even if he crossed the line one more time "I don't know who you are" "I won't wait a minute longer" Stepped inside his left foot first Won't walk away "I don't know who you are" "I won't wait a minute longer" Stepped inside his left foot first Won't walk away As he put his foot through the door Even if it kicked him back to shore "Walls, closing in on me now" he Calls, "let me outside"